O Divine Master; grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love; for it is in giving that we receive, it is in pardoning that we are pardoned, and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

We miss you and love you always,

Mom, Dad (Bob)

Cherokee, Spencer,

Scooby, Jinxy and Baby Girl

JOHNSTON

In memory of Richard “ Dick” Johnston, who passed away November 12, 2000:

We cannot see you with our eyes, or hear you with our ears. But thoughts of you are with us still, and often dry our tears.

You whisper in the rustling leaves, that linger in the fall. And in the gentle evening breeze, we’re sure we hear your call.

A part of you remains with us, that none can take away. It gives us strength to carry on, at the dawning of new day.

We think of happy times we shared, and then we softly sigh. But this we know – we’ll meet again, and never say goodbye.